She slipped into the scene swiftly. No hesitation, no warning, no delay. Her movements were nothing but the optimum efficiency of appearing. She already sat when my eyes switched focus to her smile, which shattered all the preparations I’ve done to combat it. Seeing that I only held a 2-7 offsuit, I folded my hand to the indescribable joy of being whole again.123 words→
These past weeks showed me something that I have been denying all my life. I’m a memory hoarder. I use some serious space in my room to keep pictures, letters (well, mostly envelopes, really), postcards, gig pins, bracelets, descend commemorative jacket, 17th birthday gift bag, another jacket, a cassette tape, another bag, shoes…
The list goes on. But it has to stop. Who am I to forbid time to flow and force her to fly?
So from now, I’ll try to forget and hopefully succeed.
Over the past few days I keep thinking what makes me what I am today — a lazy one liner. Having realized that I started everything early, I was blinded with the thought that I got a heads up. I became the cocky rabbit who got beaten by the turtle. Took me a while, but I’m done racing.
This time I will not run.